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Fictitious characters we call gods have before me now arrived
changing time’s pernicious sleep
playing torrid games with my life
simply a pawn in this game of sheep

Ignorant actions send me whirling
deep into a proverbial drain
time forbids me now from worrying
the damage has dulled the pain

Youth in life’s abundant ignorance
Lead by those alike failed by those that came before
Never knowing the guidance of parents
My frame crumbles from its core

I simply will disappear from the now
forever will I not be known
knowledge of me, time will disavow
thus the rip in time’s sleep will be sewn.

Is it better to be shunned as an honest man or to be honored as a liar?

Left out in the cold I shivered
Alone in the dark I cried
Fearing the world spinning to an end
I closed my eyes
as my body crashed onto the streets
freed. I am!  No longer.
but I am now……. Forever.

At some point humans will not be able to understand reality to any greater detail. Our understanding is based on our ability to sense the reality around us. Our senses being based on the interactions with that reality means we are using the reality to measure and understand reality. Thus we can not understand that which we can not measure beyond our natural interaction with that being measured and by simply measuring the reality it changes from what it was before it was being measured because we interacted with it to measure it. If we can not sense it (future and past experiences) because it change from what it was does it exist? How do we really know that it was? If it is a god then we can not understand it because it changed when we measured it and for the claims of such understanding I find difficult to accept.

Broken promises lay upon the ground
Tapestries of lies everywhere I look around
Bitter sensations are holding me down.

Morning brings nothing but sadness
Noon causes all but happiness
Night depresses me into madness

The world is failing into pieces
The stupidity of humanity increases
Putting up efforts seem useless

Looking forward to the end
At that time my heart will mend
But even that effort is too hard to spend.

Today is the day he decided to fly
It didn’t matter to him that this day he might die
Simply simply that he wanted to fly
All the thoughts and fears in his mind now set
From the roof , to his room for the tools he needed to get
A man cursed with single sight
Burned his wings and fell from flight
Crashing hard into realities floor
A world appears to him not know before
Purple skies darker grow
Shadowed figures rising from below
Unfamiliar are the images reflected
Views of truth unexpected.
in mirrored eyes surrounding him.
Sunken shell of a body abused and grim
He must surrender to this vexation
Succumbing to his addiction.

I will not languish
As you pay for the crime
Indeed I will relish
Every morsel of time

While you are sinking into decay
I am here in anticipation
Dreaming of that one simple day
When this play will come to conclusion

Secret daily discussions of your execution
Counting the dates ‘til the moment is nigh
My body will warm with retribution
On that very day I am allowed
To
Help
You
DIE!

Leaderless meandering.
Purposeless chanting.
Ignorant asinine ideologies
Stupidity without apologies.
Gathering in the public yard
Sordid visionaries prancing hard.

Those thought dead and gone.
I see dancing and singing song.

Our walls are merely acting.
For I can see them breathing.

The solid ground is weakening
Below my feet I feel a grumbling.

An army forming to conquer
There monsters hiding in the litter.

Colors of the the rainbow splitting their congregation
Melting slowly in to a new amalgamation.

These secrets that hind among us
Revealed to me, by this wretched fungus

A childish mind
  Limited vision
Youthfully blind
  Adult decision

Hatred burned deep
  Twinges overflowing
Life seeming cheap
  Humanity slowing

Drowned in bloodlust
  Blade in fist
To do what must
  Not to exist.